After explaining to Yan Zhicheng how to use the mask and the precautions for entering and exiting the room, Yan Qingyao left with peace of mind.
Yan Zhicheng held the simple mask in his hand. These materials were all commonly used and he knew them all, but when they were put together and combined like this, he suddenly didn't recognize them...
Listening to his sister telling him the precautions in a serious manner, Yan Zhicheng suddenly felt the kindness of a doctor in her. She was afraid that a doctor had really taught her, but she didn't know it if she didn't come from the capital.
Yan Qingyao quickly walked out of the house and took a look at the village. There was no one there.
She walked to the field and finally saw the first person in the village, the village chief.
The village chief looked anxious. He went to every household to check on his family members and found that every household had a person with fever and cough, ranging from just one person to several people.
He immediately went to the house of the only landlord in the village and asked him to send a few servants to the town to ask for a doctor, while he stayed to continue to check on the condition of the remaining people.
There were only two of them in the empty field. Chen Chunsheng saw Yan Qingyao at a glance and waved to her: "Girl Qingyao."
Seeing her walking towards him, he said worriedly: "The plague is coming. It is estimated that no one will go to the town. You should not go to the store these days."
Yan Qingyao nodded.
Chen Chunsheng just asked directly: "How is your home? Does anyone have a fever or cough? Did anyone say hello or say a few words to you when you came here just now?"
Yan Qingyao shook her head: "My mother has a fever. Two people in each household have a fever, and people in several other households have a fever."
Hearing this, Chen Chunsheng slapped his thigh in grief: "Heaven is going to destroy Chenjiacun! This is really going to destroy Chenjiacun!"
Yan Qingyao didn't understand and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Chen Chunsheng sighed, then shook his head and said: "This plague also appeared once a few years ago. At that time, half of the village died before we left the people behind, but we didn't expect..."
Unexpectedly, a few years later, the same plague would come again.
Yan Qingyao's eyes lit up, full of hope: "Do you know the cause of the plague a few years ago?"
Chen Chunsheng shook his head. He only remembered that the plague was very serious at that time. If there was any reason, he really couldn't remember it.
The doctor also walked over from another winding path. When he saw the two of them, he walked beside them as if he had discovered two saviors in a huge and empty village.
The doctor took out a package of herbal medicine from the box, put it in their hands, and said politely: "I also ask the village chief and Miss Yan to help me distribute it to each household. If there is a fever in the family, I will give it to them." , take three times a day.”
Yan Qingyao couldn't help but look at him with admiration: "Did you find out the cause of the disease and find the prescription?"
The doctor saw Yan Qingyao's surprise at a glance and shook his head: "No, we can only reduce their fever. Whether they survive or not depends on them."
Chen Chunsheng held the medicine in his hand and did not show any despair or sadness at the doctor's words.
Because he has experienced this plague once, it is reasonable that there is no cure now.
Chen Chunsheng: "Where did this medicinal material come from?"
The doctor squeezed it with both hands, looking a little embarrassed: "These are some medicinal materials left at home. They are all packed."
So he could only give it all to the villagers. It was up to them whether they could survive.
Chen Chunsheng held the medicine in his hand, but he was worried about another thing. He muttered: "Then I will deliver the medicine first, and then ask the landlords and rich farmers in the village to donate a share of the money so that you can go to the town to buy the medicine."
After taking two steps forward, Chen Chunsheng remembered something and immediately stopped and looked at Yan Qingyao: "Girl Qingyao, although your family's land area has not reached the standard of a rich farmer, your family has a lot of money..."
Before she finished listening, Yan Qingyao knew what the village chief meant and nodded coolly: "Village Chief, I will be like the rich peasants and give as much as I should give."
With Yan Qingyao's words, Chen Chunsheng nodded and walked towards the house of the largest landlord in the village.
The doctor was not completely free yet. He carried the box and continued walking towards the next family's home. From morning to now, he was so busy that he didn't even take a sip of water.
Yan Qingyao put the medicine back in his hand: "Go and distribute it, I have something else to do."
The doctor didn't ask any questions. He took the medicine and wanted her to go back quickly, but she didn't expect that she asked him: "Do you know who in the village got this plague first?"
The doctor thought for a while: "The day before yesterday..."
Yan Qingyao didn't listen carefully to the rest of the words. She only knew that the time the day before yesterday was wrong.
"Is it really the day before yesterday?"
The doctor nodded, and Yan Qingyao walked towards the old aunt's house with confidence. The day before yesterday, they all saw people with fever and cough at the old aunt's house, but they did not expect that until now, the old aunt's family had not called doctor.
We walked all the way to the old aunt's house. The old aunt happened to take advantage of the fact that no one was around at this time, so she and her lame husband lifted something covered with a quilt.
Their faces were slightly red, and they would cough at each other from time to time. Because her husband was lame, they walked slowly and carefully.
The old aunt coughed and then noticed Yan Qingyao's arrival. She immediately raised her hand and waved to her husband, indicating that he and her should pull the "body" back first. We were not in a hurry to move it now.
Her husband took a step slowly to see Yan Qingyao, fearing that she would find out, and walked home step by step with a limp.
Unfortunately, the more eager she became, the slower she walked. After a few steps, her husband fell to the ground due to his lame leg, and the "corpse" he was carrying rolled out of the quilt and fell to the ground.
The old aunt was so shocked that she didn't have the mood to scold her husband for his incompetence. She could only stretch out her hands to move the "body" in an attempt to hide her.
A pair of dusty cloth shoes was placed beside her. The old aunt looked up from the pair of cloth shoes and saw a pair of beautiful and brand-new floral trousers and floral clothes, and then Yan Qingyao's delicate and white face.
"Ah!" The old aunt was so frightened that her hands shook, and the quilt shook, but the "body" was still not completely covered.
"We don't have the money to treat cold symptoms for the entire village. They were infected because they were in poor health and have nothing to do with us."
The old aunt's words made Yan Qingyao understand immediately. Because she was reluctant to spend money to hire a doctor, she didn't know what was going on in the village. She only knew that there were many people coughing. She thought they were all infected by her mother-in-law, but she still couldn't bear to part with the little money.
Yan Qingyao gently walked around her and said calmly: "Don't touch it. Your mother-in-law got the plague, and so did you and your husband."
"Ah?" The two people looked at each other subconsciously. When they thought it was a plague, their legs became weak with fear and they collapsed to the ground.
Only then did the old aunt realize that Yan Qingyao had a towel hanging on her face. It was the same as the method she had heard about dealing with the plague. She first covered her mouth and nose to prevent infection.
